Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1068

"If you're mad because Max used this body to date me before, what's it gonna take to make you feel better?"

Brielle's take on things was totally different from King's.

She thought King was still hung up on his past love, unable to move forward, even if he wanted revenge against Max. He just couldn't get over that emotional hurdle. So, when they almost crossed that line a moment ago, she found herself being pushed away.

Brielle frowned, now more convinced than ever that King had been putting on an act the whole time. The real him was just too hard to pin down.

She had met a calm, calculating man in Beaconsfield before.

But the man in front of her now? Sure, he had his schemes and tactics, and a bit of impulsiveness too-traits that didn't quite fit a leader.

Or was it just because Max was in the picture, making him more emotionally unstable?

Brielle sensed Max had returned last night, so she felt she had to stick close to King, stopping him from doing anything pointless, like marrying another woman.

But his mood swings were too rapid, unpredictable, making him hard to handle.

Brielle's patience was wearing thin, her expression darkening.

"Do you know why the woman you loved left you?"

King stiffened, disbelief clear on his face as he turned to look at her.

But Brielle didn't realize her words had hit his sore spot.

"Stubborn, self-righteous, set in your ways-why would she love you?"

After her words, a metaphorical darkness engulfed Brielle, as if a mountain was pressing down on her, revealing just how terrifying his anger could be.

She took a step back but stood her ground. "And let's not forget, heart of stone. You didn't spare a single one of those folks in Saud."

temperature around them plummeted, cold enough

and he removed his mask, revealing eyes

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breathing became erratic, his rationality snapping. He grabbed Brielle's hand,

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